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Marking Territory - Kelvin x Female Reader- One shot

Prompt: Kelvin doesn't like others flirting with you to his face, so he's going to take what belongs to him. Idea by @hubbelebubbele

Tw: smut explicit.

Scouring the city in search of a dress was not what seemed like such a complicated task at first hand, but you soon realized that it was a rather titanic mission, an odyssey of walking between shops and you trying on hundreds of dresses, one worse than the other, for hours. You partly cursed that a friend of yours was getting married and that you had to find something suitable for the occasion, but you wanted to go, you wanted to congratulate her and celebrate with your own boyfriend, but the cost, for the moment, was horrible and tedious.

You also hated that Kelvin had solved all of his attire problems with the classic, elegant and always appropriate black suit, just like most men would go to the wedding, but as always, the feminine outfits were a different thing altogether.

After wandering through a dozen different places, you stumbled upon another clothing store, where the seller, a young and elegant gentleman, quickly pulled out a catalog of dresses that finally fit what you were looking for. One by one you tried on these dozen dresses, beautiful designs of precious fabric that really flattered your figure, while your boyfriend thoughtfully analyzed in detail which of those seemed to suit you better, although little by little he diverted his attention to the young employee. who helped you with excess care, excess attention, excess compliments, excess looks.

He wasn't crazy, that wasn't a sales gimmick, that guy was really flirting with you, right in his face, even after you had shown and even mentioned that Kelvin was your boyfriend. Besides, he could tell, in that way that guy looked at you, like he was planning the rest of his weekend in your bed, and it was starting to annoy him, even though your boyfriend was trying to remain cordially respectful. It had been hard enough for you to find a dress, the last thing he wanted to do was ruin your afternoon by beating the salesman to the ground and finally depriving you of decent clothes.

The worst thing was that he knew you, he knew you weren't realizing it. You never realized these things, he knew it firsthand, since, at the time, he had spent months shamelessly flirting, with you without taking the hint, not until he had been clear and told you what he felt, directly to your face. He had always found it funny to see your reaction, as if that had been something incredibly new, especially when everyone realized that Kelvin wanted to be your boyfriend, except you.

The salesman was obviously smarter than you so, to mark his territory, Kelvin began to touch you a little more, every time you showed the dress you appeared in, with his hands caressing your waist and rear, fixing a few random glances at the seller, so that he understood well that he was not going to allow him to look at you lustfully. Besides, that served to show off a bit, to tell him to look well, that those beautiful curves were all for him, that your body belonged to him, that he was the one who undressed you with his eyes and hands, that he was the one who had wild sex with you

Obviously you hadn't taken that hint either, you thought that what Kelvin was doing was simply a way of contemplating the dress, so you told him to calm down, that even though you knew he liked that dress, it was best for him to behave a little bit, since they were in public and people might misunderstand what he was doing.

He snorted slightly, denying. Sometimes it bothered him that you didn't realize how much he wanted you, how much he needed you, how he couldn't control his hands to avoid touching you. But he was going to make you understand, eventually.

But you were too happy, you had found a suitable dress for the situation, which was not only beautiful but also made you look very good and that you liked enough to wear it on other outings, beyond the wedding, so you came back home, in the car, with Kelvin. Although you were somewhat confused, as he was visually and obviously grumpy. You had seen him go from his usual cheerful and joking attitude, to one where his gaze had turned serious. You didn't know what had caused it and you began to think that maybe you had said something out of line, since that wouldn't be the first time. You yourself were aware that you could be mentally careless.

Once in your house, you took off your jacket and looked at him, not understanding the way he saw you, there was something dark in his eyes, a slight hint of dominance and that inhibited you a bit. You knew him well, he wasn't like that, he was generally sweet and tender, you didn't understand what was going on in his mind. You hadn't detected that look, like that of a wolf about to attack, had a thick veil of lust.

You had never seen him like this, and somewhat worried you asked him if everything was fine, if he felt good, if you had said something out of place, but he only grunted, looking at you, without saying a word, which made you shudder slightly, between worried and confused.

With the nerves of not knowing what was happening, you went to the room to change your clothes, to put on something more comfortable, thinking endlessly about what was happening to him, trying to discern at what point his mood had changed and why. You were so lost in your thoughts, that you didn't even notice that Kelvin had followed you and had seen you change your clothes, putting on a simple blouse and a skirt, with his own hair getting even more unnerved and desire growing in his chest.

He closed the distance without you noticing him, not until he pushed you against the wall, without violence, but with a slight firmness, leaving your chest against the surface of the wall, scaring you slightly, half because you didn't expect that, half by the way his hand had been at the base of your neck, pressing you slightly against the wall.

But part of your concern was mixed with other kinds of ideas when you felt his warm chest on your back, his dense breathing in your ear and his firm crotch pressing and rubbing firmly against your butt, with rhythmic movements.

“Have you enjoyed flirting outrageously with another man?” He asked, with a seductive tone, a deep dark purr, very close to your ear, and still rubbing against you “Mmmmm? Did you like knowing that two men wanted you at the same time?”

You were going to answer him, but the way he was rubbing himself, as well as kissing and sucking the skin of your neck made you partly forget what you wanted to say.

“Hmmmm?” He purred, slapping your ass, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough for you to feel his dominance, which made you jump slightly. "Answer me."

You swallowed nervously, barely muttering a shaky "no," your brain racing, your heart bouncing in your chest, your crotch heating up. He had never done that, Kelvin was a real sweetheart and he was usually as soft as he was delicate, that firmness was not something you often saw in him.

The hand that had been near your neck traveled up to your behind, so that he could squeeze it with both hands, growling in your ear, still rubbing his warm crotch against your butt.

"No?" He whispered, running a hand over your hip, traveling in front of you, under your skirt, rubbing your pussy wide over your underwear, listening to you moan at length. "Liar" He growled at you, rubbing your clit over your clothes for a long time, making slow circles around her "Do you like being wanted so much?"

You didn't know what to answer, your brain was turned off, feeling his firm boner non-stop rubbing against you, his other hand traveling up to your breasts, caressing them, and his hand in your underwear, moving it away a bit so that a couple of his fingers could enter deep inside you, moving, tearing you moans from within your soul.

"Fuck" He thought, moving them in and out, rhythmically "You are already so wet... You're really enjoying this... I'm going to give you the firmness you need so that you find out once and for all."

Your boyfriend released you, pulling his fingers out of you and threw you onto the bed, with some force, looking at you from the side, trying to accommodate yourself. He came closer, kneeling on the bed, to take your waist, turning you face up, so you could see him. He was too horny, he didn't bother trying to undress you, but, grunting, he lifted your skirt up to your waist, pulling your panties aside, to unbuckle his belt, pulls his hard dick out of his boxers and enters you without a warning, firmly, deeply.

That firmness and that attitude so different from his usual way of being made you see stars, and the fact that he was fucking you so impetuously made you moan like crazy, rolling your eyes. You could barely give a plaintive “no…” when you felt the climax appearing in record time. You didn't want to finish so quickly, you didn't want him to stop. The orgasm came like a bullet, too fast for your liking, your soul unfulfilled, but to your delight, he didn't stop.

"Already?" He smiled, darkly. "Tch tch tch" He softly denied, as if he was disappointed by how little you had lasted in bed "Not yet."

Far from stopping, he leaned into you a little more, with a steady but fast pace, slamming against you with a delicious rhythm that, added to the fact that your pussy was slightly over simulated by orgasm, felt exaggeratedly delicious, making you roll your eyes, moaning his name over and over again, clinging to his back. Every time you slightly opened your eyes, you could see his gaze fixed on you, with the same authoritative and firm energy with which he had entered the house, devouring your expression with his eyes.

"Look at me" He whispered, in an orderly tone, grunting, breathing quickly, fixed on your eyes, without slowing down for a moment "You belong to me and no one else... Understood?" He saw you moan with a shy pleased smile, though he slapped your thigh, firmly “Answer me… who do you belong to? Who?"

"To you... To you!" You whimper, ecstatic, moaning his name for a long time, as if you were begging for more.

"Good girl." He crouched down, trapping you more firmly against the mattress, slapping your thigh again, biting into your neck, growling.

You were slow to take hints, but you were well aware of what was happening, what he was doing, what had happened. Kelvin hadn't liked the excess of attention you'd received, he'd gotten jealous, and now he was marking you, making sure you understood which man you belonged to, making sure whoever saw your neck later understood that you had an owner. It was a slight possessive touch, charged with passion. He loved you and wanted you as much as you wanted him.

The way you hugged him and moaned in his ear made him rev up, cumming, moaning and whimpering your name like a prayer, over and over, kissing your neck, pushing his waist against you, as much as possible, as if he wanted that part of him never left you, filling you.

Even so, he didn't stop, he knew you, he knew how close you were to coming, by the way your shaky moans echoed in his mind, so he ignored his overstimulation to keep moving, his intense thrusts rubbing the walls of your pussy, which they seemed to squeeze him more and more, until your whole body tensed, and you screamed his name and climaxed on his burning and aching cock, twitching like crazy in your beating pussy.

You both stood still, huffing, complaining, whimpering, stroking slowly, trying to catch your breath.

“M-mine…” Kelvin gasped, slowly kissing your jaw, searching for your lips, kissing you awkwardly “Y-you… are… mine…”

“F-fuck…” You smiled between his lips, exhausted stroking his hair, your free hand still keeping his waist close to you “And y-you… mine…” You kissed him long “Damn… I'm g-going to have to… flirt more often… with others…"

“Silly” He laughed softly, burying his face in your neck, kissing and sucking your skin “Mmmmm… I like that you m-make me a little jealous… It makes me horny to make you mine…”

"And I love that you make me yours" You caressed his waist, smiling.

“Maybe…” He rose slightly, looking into your eyes, thinking “Maybe you should be… more… mine…”

"More yours?" You got confused, seeing his eyes, which no longer had that dense air of lust and dominance, but were the same pair of sweet browns as always.

"Oh, my little thing" He laughed, tenderly, with his usual softness, denying "You're so cute when you don't understand hints" He kissed your lips for a long time, before seeing your eyes again "Mine... Forever?" He smiled at you, wiggling his eyebrows for emphasis.

He chuckled softly, watching you gasp in surprise, your cheeks turning red and your eyes widening. You hugged him more, tightly, laughing, understanding the not-so-direct hint, to kiss him hard, with an overdose of passion.

Your boyfriend, who would soon change his "title", purred and growled, kissing you more, moving his waist again, feeling his own cock harden again. He was going to celebrate, in his way.

#Kelvin #kelvin x reader #sons of the forest kelvin #Sons of the Forest

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Insecurities - Kelvin x Female Reader - One Shot

Prompt: Kelvin doesn’t feel good with himself, maybe is time to show him what you think. Idea by @hubbelebubbele

TW: pretty smut, negative body view, angst.

That day had been particularly dense for Kelvin. He had returned from his job as a waiter, where his clumsiness, a consequence of the effects of his accident on the island, had drawn the attention of some of the customers. The manager hadn't been upset in the least, he was very aware of what had happened to him, how he was still recovering from his injuries, and Kelvin was a hard worker, just sometimes, on days where his migraines were somewhat out of control, their hands were not as agile. But the clientele didn't know it, and he managed to hear some ladies, with excess of years, complain about the current young generation, saying that someone like him, with his appearance and clumsiness, must be an addict or a recovering alcoholic.

Kelvin put up with his work schedule and hurried home to take a shower, trying to relax, since you were not at home. You were his partner from before his incident, and if you were already his anchor from before, even more so now, when he was a skein of neural problems and medications. But that afternoon you weren't there, you were at your own job, so without the woman who kept him afloat, he had to stabilize in his own way.

The comments gnawed at his head, and he stepped out of the shower, mentally weary, drying his hair, walking naked across the room. He approached the long, full-length mirror to comb his hair a little, and he remained distracted for a moment, looking at himself. He snorted, looking at every part of his body, downcast, noting how his physical condition, which had never been exceptionally good, had worsened even more over the months. His arms were losing the little musculature that he had developed cutting trees on the island, his stomach that was somewhat evident, his legs a little wider than before, his hips, his soft chest, his face.

“Look at you…” He thought to himself, frowning. “What kind of man have you become? You were a soldier... now you look like someone's old uncle... You're fat... flabby, bland... You're disgusting me... They were right..."

His mind flashed back to two senior soldiers who had harassed him when he had entered the army. Two tall, burly soldiers who saw in him the perfect victim of their verbal attacks, and who bully him, over and over again. He could remember their comments in his mind, fresh, bouncing off his soul.

"Hey you, ugly face, come here!" One of their voices echoed in his memory, carrying memories. "What? You can't carry this! Your lame spaghetti-arms are too weak! Leave that to real men!", "Move your fat butt over here, asshole!", "Look, Steve! Here comes the short one again!", “You are a shame to the force, you can't call yourself a soldier being this weak!”, “Yo, small dick, make me a coffee”, “With these hips, someone will think you are a woman, fatty”, “Ugly and dumb”, “You can't even carry the guns, how are you going to shoot? Dumbass”, “Mister mega double chin”.

His brain painfully recalled that offensive nickname, as he stared at his neck, trying to cover it with his hand. He hated his double chin, hated it hard, since always. It was perhaps the part of his body he hated the most, and it was the most visible. He did his best to hide it, casually covering himself with his hand, wearing turtleneck sweaters and scarves even well into the warm days, to the point that people used to ask him if he was sick or something. He had tried several times to hide it with a beard and it worked slightly, so if possible he would grow the beard for a couple of weeks. But it wasn't his style, it didn't suit him particularly well, so he had to shave, and it was when he saw his hateful double chin again that got him depressed.

These were things that he had never told you, but you knew that his behavior was hiding something, you weren't stupid enough not to realize that he seemed to hide his neck when you two were close, like a shy turtle.

Kelvin snorted, sniffing, down, looking at himself, touching his double chin in disgust, thinking how he could get that out without surgery. "I look like a pelican" He murmured, remembering the first time someone had called him that.

A Kelvin a few years younger was in the army barracks. He had entered a few weeks ago, and he was already aware of which soldiers it was better to avoid, especially those two superiors who took it upon themselves to annoy, harass and humiliate every rookie they came across.

He had already experienced firsthand how dense and violent they could be, so part of his efforts were based on staying apart, active, obeying. But the barracks wasn't that big and those soldiers were in charge of the platoon where he was, so it was a matter of time before they saw some of his mistakes and began to mistreat him for it.

"Have you seen, Steve?" Said one of the two soldiers, standing in the corridor "The weakling could not do the entire exercise session without stopping"

"Pffff" The other laughed, looking at Kelvin trying to catch his breath, standing firm between the two "Look, look how he breathes, the fat guy is about to die of a heart attack"

"Maybe you should skip lunch" He touched his double chin annoyingly "Pelican... You have reserves for a couple of months with your double chin"

"Hey, Walter, I think he's going to cry" Steve laughed, pointing at his face, seeing his tense expression "The baby is going to cry"

“Oh boooooo” Walter laughed, leaning closer to him “Are we hurting your feelings, useless shit? Aawww excuse me, I thought we were in the army, pelican!”

The insults were really getting to him, but another new soldier appeared on the side, quickly, giving them the military salute.

“Soldier Fisheye present” Said this one, firm, looking straight ahead “The logistics section asked me to bring Soldier Kelvin with me. Permission to withdraw"

"Allowed," Walter snorted, pushing Kelvin away. "Walk, you idiot."

Kelvin quickly followed Fisheye through the hallways, silent, though he saw him slow to a near stop once they were out of sight of Walter and Steve.

"Yes, they hate you" Fisheye told him, looking at him out of the corner of his eye "Don't worry, nobody asked me for anything, but I had to get you out of there..." He extended his hand "I'm Fisheye. Are you new too? We're going to have to watch each other's asses so those two don't kill us…”

"Agree..." He murmured, listlessly, taking his hand.

That had been the first time he'd spoken to him, and it was the first of many interventions Fisheye had to make, over the years, to get him out of the countless times his superiors had attacked him. "Pelican" was his nickname for a long time, and that name burned into his soul, like a cancer growing in his bowels.

His eyes returned to fixing on himself, on the mirror, on everything he hated in his body and he began to cry, tired, emotionally distressed, with the weight of hundreds of insults on his back.

Not long after, you came home from work, glad to finally be home. You closed the door, feeling the warm and humid air, a sign that your boyfriend had recently taken a bath, so you walked through the house, to find him in the room. It wasn't unusual for you to see him naked, but the fact that he was crying in front of the mirror was worrying.

“Kel…?” You called him softly, leaning closer, concerned, “What's up, honey? What happens, why are you crying?"

But instead of answering, he stayed still, crying, so you decided that the best thing was for him to release a little, so you hugged him tightly, hearing him sob harder, hugging you, not knowing that his mind was in chaos and his heart a mess.

With the minutes he seemed to calm down a bit, so you walked him to the bed and sat him next to you, to dry his face and take his hands, asking him again what was happening to him.

He sobbed again, unable to keep keeping all his insecurities buried inside his soul, and quickly began to tell you everything, with the truths escaping from his lips like a machine gun, telling you how he felt, the bullying he had received in the army, the hurtful comments from ex-girlfriends, what he believed about his body, the shame, his supposed physical defects, what he hated about himself, the nickname "pelican", how much he hated his double chin.

You heard him in silence, your hands caressing his hair, listening to all that, understanding many things, especially some of his behavior.

"Oh, honey" You took his cheek so that he would look into your eyes, once he had finished "Those who have made you believe that... are fucking idiots" You caressed his skin "You are beautiful, there is nothing ugly about you, believe me… I love your body, you are incredibly attractive to me, I adore how you look…”

"B-but..." He hesitated slightly "I was more attractive before..."

"Before? Before you fell out of a helicopter onto an island full of monsters, losing your hearing and sustaining severe injuries? Before spending months trapped in that hell where many have died?” You searched for his eyes more, smiling at him tenderly "I care little or nothing if you had more or less muscles before, all I cared about was having you back, you and all that you call defects..." You kissed his lips softly "And your double chin ? I love it"

Smiling softly you pushed him back down and stayed on top of him, kissing his face, showering him with compliments. You wanted to kiss his double chin and throat, but he tried to hide it.

“No, no, no hiding it” You patted his arm gently “Let me show you what I think of that…”

Your lips found his throat and you kissed his skin, over and over again, giving wide sound kisses, licking a little that double chin that seemed to affect him so much, listening to a slight moan coming out of his mouth. You knew he was tense, you felt it in your fingers, but precisely because of that, you didn't stop.

You kissed his chest, his stomach, his arms, always caressing him, whispering tender words to him, telling him how soft some parts were, how good he smelled when clean, how much you liked to touch him. Your calm affection little by little relaxed him, like a soothing warm bath, and you heard him sigh deeply as you kissed his double chin.

You loved kissing and touching him, it was obvious, but knowing that he had that vulnerable side, and knowing that he had opened up so emotionally to you, was a little extra. He was just a man, ordinary, with his own problems. A man, your man. Your sweet, tender, vulnerable man, all for you, and you liked that more than you would have expected. You purred, kissing his lips, deeply, caressing him, your mouth traveling down his neck, one of your hands trailing over his stomach, waist and leg, rubbing, massaging the skin, listening to him give soft grunts as you focused on making him horny.

He looked at you slightly while your kisses slowly descended, and you noticed his gaze fixed on you, while you settled closer to his waist.

"I'm going to show you how much I like your body" You purred, caressing his testicles gently, seeing his firm shaft before your eyes, as if his body was looking for you.

“You don't have to…” He whispered, looking at you, still slightly shy.

"But I want to..." You crouched down, sensually licking your lips "Because I love having you all to myself... My beautiful man..."

A shaky moan tore from his throat as your mouth covered him completely, your tongue and lips slowly rubbing over him, savoring every little bit of skin. You had always liked do that, the taste and aroma of him, mixed with his moans, were your most exquisite amusement.

You weren't in a hurry, you did it slowly, caressing his thighs and stomach, making sure that your slight slowness stimulated him even more, your tongue insistently running over his hot glans, his moans and whimpers filling the room.

"F-fuck!" He trembled, rolling his eyes, when you began to have a slightly faster and more constant rhythm, while he felt your hot saliva trickling down his crotch "J-just like... thaaaat... like that... yeeeesss"

You purred pleasantly listening to him, looking at him at times, noticing how he clung to the sheets, moaning loudly, calling you over and over again, his legs becoming restless as the climax began to dominate him.

"You are more and more delicious with the weeks, honey" You let him go for a moment, gently caressing the base of his cock, holding him.

“G-god…” He breathed heavily, looking at you, eager for more “D-don't stop… h-honey… Please… I g-gonna cum…”

"Calm down..." You chuckled softly "I just don't want you to finish so quickly, I want to enjoy the sight of your precious body shaking for me"

You saw him smile tenderly, and his expression disfigure when you sucked and licked him again. But this time you didn't stop, beyond all his moans and whimpers, beyond everything that came out of his mouth, his pelvis moving slightly to the rhythm of your movements, you did nothing but speed up, until you heard him give a screaming yelp, shaking, his warm cum loading and sprouting into your throat.

“Mmmmmm” You sucked it all the way down, making sure not to spill anything, enjoying it “Delicious…”

“S-shit…” He half laughed, still half immersed in ecstasy “T-that was… Phenomenal… aaaahh… T-thank you, my love…”

“You're welcome my king” You smiled, jerking him off slowly, hearing him moan softly “But don't relax too much… I'm going to ride you until you see stars”

“H-hell yeah…” He smiled, rolling his eyes “Fuck… you're my blessing… G-give me more…”

“Is it becoming clear to you how sexy you are?” You licked your lips. "Or am I going to have to knock you out?"

"Yes... v-very clear..." He purred, looking at you, starting to get lusty "But knock me out, please..."

You nodded, beginning to undress. You were going to show him how much you liked his delicious forms.

#Kelvin #kelvin x reader #sons of the forest kelvin #sotf Kelvin #Sons of the Forest

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Hey, my sweet little buckaroo! You didn't post for almost a week. I'm really worried about you. Are you allright? I didn't get in touch earlier, because I didn't want to overwhelm you with my feelings of concern. I hope you are not in any physical or emotional pain. I hope it's just a writers block or your internet suck or you have something else to do that needs your whole attention (or you are tired of me...it's egocentric, I know, but these thought bubble up in me...[please tell me if you are, I will leave you alone]).

Love, Hubble.

Hi there! Yeah, I was out for a while, sorry to worried you!

Was a mix of stuffs, between be busy, the head in not a great place and I don't have really too much to write right now, plus the fandom is pretty much dead so, Idk...

Trust me, I would never be tired of you, Hubble, sweet bean!

Thanks for the concern, you are trully the sweetest!

Also, the other ask:

We all need meds, starting wil Kelvin lol

Hidden Dodos now? Perfect, like find Waldo but in a dodo shape! Fun!

I don't blame you for see that he is hard to draw, his face is kinda weird lol

Ohhh... * slide another paper that reads TheWhale#3780 * I wonder what happened with that paper.... mhmmm

And I loved the random lady you send me XD so comfy clothes! But i didn't see any Dodo XD

More kisses!

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@hubbelebubbele

I’m back and more insane than before!

YOOOOOOOOOO IS SO GOOOOODDD!! Damn the bunker was NAILED IT SO HARD YES YES YES!

(Me like... where is dodo....? no dodo? * search super small, the dodo is huge *) i laugh my ass off.

That Kel is way too cute omg i want to hug him and hear his dad jokes all night long wtfffff! * sobs * is so precious HOW YOU DRAW SO GOOD WTFFFF

fish eeeeyyeee kellviin grades XD so silly both!

I have a ton of small ideas, i need to choose what to do first, feel free to shoot me with more ideas if you have them! Please throw me any draw you want, even if is not Kel related!

I see shit, weird shit here

I see faces, i need meds! XD

PRIVATE SPACE TO ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuck XD yes yes I CONFESS!

I think in a shit like this

He seems to be the kind of dude who like to show off his baby (the bike would have name and all) XD

Thanks for your epic asks and drawings Hubble, you are a pure delighttttttt! Have a epic day and night and all and * slide a paper * there is... a discord with kelviners.... shhhh .... if you want the adressss ANYWAY! Huuuggggsss from Buckkkkkkkeyyy

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A Fool With Sungalsses – Kelvin x Neutral Reader – One Shot

Prompt: What come from a mix of a sexy man with a silly behavior? Well… Idea by @hubbelebubbele

Tag: Fluff, just goofing here

During those languid months on that island, your relationship with Kelvin had changed, gradually, slowly and indistinguishably, like the lazy change of the seasons, like water through your fingers. The relationship had mutated like the beings that lived there, but, above all, he had changed. From an almost complete stranger sitting in front of you in the helicopter, he turned into a friendly goofball who helped you where he could, and from there, to a friend who was much more independent than he seemed and who could do almost anything. same as you. Except speak coherently.

His ears were working pretty well for the enormous damage they had taken at the time, but all that came out of his mouth was endless babbling mess, a cascade of nonsense, none of the words coming out correctly, it was as if his brain had changed his language to the language that Sims use.

That worried you a lot at first, it made you think his brain damage was more severe than you thought, but he wasn't affected in any other way, he seemed to think and act normally, and he also didn't want to seem to stop trying to communicate. Kelvin kept insisting, trying to speak, gesturing, and you supported him, trying to guess what he was saying. You didn't understand anything, but at least, practicing, it sounded more like words and less like a boat motor in the water. You assumed that practice made perfection and that perhaps that would cause the neurons that had flown out of his head to stick together again. Besides, you liked watching him try to talk, he was funny, he was a walking guessing game.

Little by little, as the weeks went by, some of his words came out correctly, only a few, half of the sentences were still a puzzle that had to be deciphered to understand it, but heavens, he had the spirit, that didn't stop him.

In one of your expeditions together around the island, hunting for resources, you two found a small human camp, abandoned, with a couple of old corpses thrown around, with some useful things to recover in the couple of somewhat broken tents.

While going through everything, he had found some clothes and a few belongings in a cloth bag, among which were some fancy aviator-style sunglasses. He put them on and walked up to you, gently patting you on the back and saying “Do who look I?”.

You turned to look at him and blinked a few times, processing what you saw. If Kelvin normally had a certain attractiveness that occupied your mind at certain times, he was now several times hotter, in a subtle intermediate between a model and a military man. And see him strut around a bit was worse.

“Oh well…” You chuckle, trying not to make it obvious that you found him absolutely attractive “Look at you... You look very, very good…” You swallowed hard.

"Uh?" He adjusted his glasses better, leaning sensually against a pole “I thunk you can maybe get I bates?”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head, understanding that he was asking you if you thought he could date with his new style.

"Yeah." You coughed softly, patting his arm, thinking to yourself, "Maybe when others can understand you, I won't be your human-kelvin translator if you go to a bar."

He adjusted his glasses again, looking sensually at the horizon, as if there weren't a wall of trees in front of him. “Jeaolusy you are cause sexy apple do I carry”

You laughed again. He was saying that you were just jealous of his sex appeal. You weren't, a little, somewhat, in part you would have liked to see yourself as good as he was. He looked really attractive, but seeing him this sexy, and hearing him talk so strangely, was a combo that was too weird and funny to take seriously.

“Brrrrum brrrrum” He pointed at you “Noisy” He made a gesture that you were making a cackle.

“Brum brum?” You laughed harder, covering your face so as not to make a scandal too audible "Shut up... you're the one who's making me laugh... If the cannibals come, it's your fault" You threatened him.

"Aiiii?" He feigned surprise, attractively, combing his hair “Horsecrap. Faulty you. Do nothing myself… I'm just poasting here modeling baby”

You laughed more, your mouth covered. You were sure that he was doing that on purpose, just to annoy you and make you laugh.

“Sure myself, if cannobals come tosee me, becoming leather myself” He stood up, straight, firm, as if he were ready to fight.

"Yes, leather" You patted his arm "If they catch you, they're going to make you leather to wear" You softly denied.

“Noooo, leather of bosses” He tried to clear up the misunderstanding.

“Leader” You said slowly so he could hear the difference better “Leaaaaaderrr”

“Yesss…. I say it… Leather ” He nodded, that was what he was telling you.

"You're impossible" You laughed softly, pointing at the sunglasses "Come on, leave that, we have to keep checking, you won't see cannibals with that on"

Kelvin nodded, looking at you, thinking. He already knew that as soon as you got back to the camp you had set up, he would spend another couple of hours joking with the glasses. If it made you laugh, it was worth it, because your laughter had been one of the first things he'd heard again, and it was now medicine for his bruised soul.

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The Garden of Horrors- Kelvin x Female Reader – Part 17/17

Part 16

Tag: mini smutty

The days passed slowly, and you had been informed by Fisheye that the rescue team was formed, that they would arrive in a few more days. You even had the approximate time at which they would arrive on the island four, so with all the joy of your life, you prepared to spend perhaps the last days on the island. While you hated being isolated from everything and threatened by cannibals, you had partly grown fond of that piece of land in the middle of nowhere, that little refuge where you spent your days with Kelvin, alone.

Now you had doubts about what would happen after being rescued. Doubting if you could continue by his side, if something else would happen, if he would continue to serve, if your own family wasn't going to go crazy knowing what had happened to you, if Alan was going to cause you problems or not.

You thought all that while you kept the little that you would take with you, that morning, knowing that the team would arrive close to nightfall, your eyes fixed on nothing.

Kelvin saw you sitting on the bed, distracted, so he sat next to you, worried, rubbing your back, watching your eyes finally wake up and fix on him. “U worried?” He asked.

You nodded, putting everything away and leaving the backpack next to the bed. You saw the notepad that he offered you and you wrote all those worries to him, watching him read that, serious.

He looked at your eyes, before writing you a "We'll be fine. I will not let you go. I love you” that calmed your troubled heart a little.

You were eating away at the idea that perhaps everything would be more complicated later, that between the obvious long medical treatment that he would need, added to the fact that you two didn't even live close, you would end up separated. Perhaps that day was one of the last in which you two could be together, for the next few months. You wanted to extend those free hours with him, to the fullest.

Your hands held his face, to kiss him hard, eagerly, yearning, with desire and a hint of fear, savoring that same combo of feelings in his mouth, his arms holding you against him, as if he never wanted to leave you again. You let yourself lie down, you let yourself be taken, you let yourself enjoy him, memorizing his body with your skin, you let his name ring in the depths of your soul, for minutes that became hours, repeating everything you could repeat.

You eventually got scared to hear Fisheye's clear “Yeehaa” from the doorway, watching you having fun.

"FISHEYE!" You half hid, flushed and agitated, patting your boyfriend to stop, pointing at the door.

"I knew I shouldn't come this early" He laugh, seeing Kelvin barely turn to look at him, to which he gave him a thumbs up.

"DUDE" Kelvin said, growling, with an angry face "FUCK OFF!"

"I'll tell the team that you guys are finishing accommodating everything" Fisheye laugh stronger "You have 10 minutes" He winked at you.

“GO OWAYYYY!” Kelvin growled, watching him go, to then look at you, somewhat embarrassed. "Sowry... I will be... hardt... No timme."

You nodded. You were not going to deny, you wanted something more firm from him. It was obvious that he liked to take his time, but seeing him rushed, and feeling him several times more firm, made those 10 minutes more than enough for you to explode in ecstasy.

Fisheye laughed when he saw you come out of the bunker, dressed up, things in hand and some hot energy between you. Kelvin walked over to him, only to slap him lightly on the head.

"Eeeey!" Fisheye laugh, raising his hands in surrender "It's not my fault the rescue team got here a little fast"

“CANT HEAAARR IUUU!” Kelvin half yelled at him, somewhat grumpily, pointing at his own ear.

"Mhm... You still hate being interrupted when you're with your girlfriend." Fisheye nudged him.

“WHAT U SAI?” He pushed him “U alwguais ruin it, shut up”

"Calm down a bit, honey." You lovingly combed his hair, watching him relax a little at your touch. Holding his hand was the security that both you and he needed.

You needed him to face the future, and the thought of what leaving the island would entail. He needed you to even get on the helicopter. He was so terrified at the thought of it falling off again, he was only able to climb up because you held onto his fingers and Fisheye gently pushed him into it. And he did not cease to hold your hands firmly until they had returned to solid ground.

From then on, everything would be difficult. Not quite like surviving among cannibals, but a different kind of difficulty. The weight of society, traumas, legal issues, everything that could not be solved with the simple blow of an axe.

But at least they were together. The world would be complicated, but together, it would become perhaps less scary and a little warmer. The distances would be worth it, his long treatment would be more bearable, and if he recovered his hearing or not, it wouldn't change at all. For you, that man you had found in that garden of horrors, was your source of happiness, your little miracle, the man who would be by your side, from now on.

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The Garden of Horrors- Kelvin x Female Reader – Part 16/?

Part 15

You were sitting in the chair in the bunker, looking thoughtfully at the military radio on the table in front of you. It was noon, two days had passed, you would have to listen to Fisheye on the other end, any minute. But the minutes passed and longer you were sighing. If he wasn't communicating with you, it was because the radio on island four wasn't working. That was your best chance to escape and to think that it might not work, it was not the most pleasant news for you.

Kelvin saw you sigh for the 984th time, he knew you were tensing up, so he did his usual action to keep you calm, bending down, hugging your neck from behind, leaving his head attached to yours, cheek to cheek, squeezing you gently.

"Pretty sweet boy" You stroked his head "You're stupidly intuitive..."

"Umm?" He put his ear to your neck “Ag..ain…”

"You are intuitive" You said, louder and clearer "Beautiful"

Kelvin chuckled softly before kissing your cheek hard.

Since you had given in to the feelings you felt for that man, you had met a Kelvin who was even more sweet, close and affectionate, which you loved. You felt absolutely safe with him around and it was thanks to him that the idea of spending more days on that island was not affecting you so much. Beside him, that garden of horrors was transformed into a slightly chaotic paradise.

You read the written piece of paper that he had put in front of you, with a “Don't worry, Fisheye won't abandon us. He's going to get us out of here, be patient."

Of course he wouldn't, the soldier knew that well. He trusted his friend, not only because of the old friendship that had existed between them for a long time, but also because he knew him. Fisheye took his missions seriously, and what he said, he did. If he'd told he'd get you out of there, he'd follow through, one way or another.

You were going to take the paper to write to him, but Kelvin pushed it away, shaking his head, with a smile.

"What?" You smiled. "Give me that." You held out your hand.

"Nou" He denied, pointing at your neck "You... nomore writhe... Speakss me"

"Stubborn" You rolled your eyes and exposed your neck for him to put his ear to your skin and you spoke as soon as he was touching to you "I have patience" You said, clearly "I can wait a couple of years with you"

He pulled away, only to look at you, content and give a long, softened "awwwwwwwww", before jumping up and giving you a dozen affectionate kisses on the lips.

During that day, there was no contact with Fisheye, although you were lucky two days later, hearing him speak from the other side.

"Fisheye!" You replied, happy "I hear you!"

“SEXY GIRL, HELLO!” He greeted, happy “Finally! Sorry for the delay, this crap was not working well! How are you!?"

“Don't yell so much” You laughed, with Kelvin sitting on the floor, between your legs “We're fine, what about you? I'd ask about Alan, but I don't give a shit.” You played with Kelvin's hair.

“I'm fine, island four is clean. Alan continues to be the usual insufferable… unfortunately”

“Ey, eyyy, a couple of good news… Kel is getting some hearing back, he can't hear anything over the air, but ey, I hardly need to write anything to him anymore”

"That's great! Yeah!" He celebrated “And the other one?”

“Ah… erm…” You hesitated, thinking about how to say it “Maybe I listened to you…”

"About what?"

“Kel and I...”

“OHHHH YEAH” You heard him laugh like crazy “MY BRO HAS A GIRLFRIEND HELL YEAH!”

"Calm down..." You gently denied "The important thing, Fisheye. Can you get us out of here?"

“Now that I know the equipment is working, maybe… I need a little time to find and tune in the signal, ask for the ransom, you know… As soon as I have the basic confirmation, I can give you the day and time. A rescue like this, at this distance from the mainland, knowing that we are relatively safe... It can take time... Mmmmm” He murmured thinking “A minimum of 5 days from when they are informed”

"Fuck, why so much?" You spoke, looking at Kelvin, who had merely leaned against you to watch you speak, as if he were more concerned with watching you than anything else. "Can't it be earlier?" You used your free hand to gently caress his face, absently.

“Let's see, crazy girl… A whole day goes to bureaucracy. Even if it's a rescue, there are calls to make inside the base, that will take out all day one. One day in planning and asking for material and human resources. A day to receive the helicopters, pilots and others. Another day is going to be spent just getting to the islands. If I inform them that we are relatively safe, albeit with potential hostiles, they will prepare well, and that may take a few days."

"Nnnnnnngeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhh" You complained at length with a funny expression that made Kelvin laugh.

“I promise you that I will try to encourage them. Besides, I'll make them go to island four first. I prefer to go personally to rescue you two”

“As long as Alan doesn't come…” You stared at Kelvin, who had taken your hand to kiss your fingers, romantically, looking into your eyes “Oh baby…” You whispered, somewhat seduced.

"OY OY OY, I don't want to hear you doing dirty things" Fisheye said, with a small laugh.

"We're not doing anything, silly…" You muttered, still looking at him, "It's just Kel being cuddly."

“Ah… Have you seen? It's unbearable” He laugh.

"He's extremely affectionate, I adore him" You laughed, looking at him "Love youuuuu"

“Love youuuu tooooo” Kelvin said reading your lips, holding your hand more “U hhoooot”

“Shut up.” You laughed, patting him gently on the cheek.

"Okay, couple of lovebirds" Fisheye said, shaking his head, smiling "I'm going to make the calls and everything, in two days I'll get back to you and give you more information"

“Perfect…” You saw Kelvin lick his lips as he looked at you, caressing your thighs seductively, his eyes fixed on you “Shhh… stop… Kel…” You saw him stand up, now with the difference in height to his benefit “Behave yourself …”

He chuckled softly, caressing your cheek, looking at you, beckoning with his eyes, indicating the perfect height you were.

“Keeeel…” You pointed at the radio “Stop… Fisheye is still listening…”

Kelvin purred, standing closer to you, his waist much closer to your face.

Fisheye was listening. He listened to everything, laughing from his side, celebrating in his own way that his partner was receiving something that was making him moan like a beast.

Part 17

(Slowly coming back, I’m not dead yet lmao)

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